Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Crime,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.